| Am.. F.. C.. G.. Am F the myth of the cities that fell from the ashes C G red wind for the autumn of fire Am F the price of the reason that told us to stay C E and to pay for the check with the time of our lives Am F the myth of the cities that fell down the stairs C G black light for the shadows that ride Am F the time of the day that has never been seen C G and we pay for the dark with the sight of our eyes Am F C G the rain is holy Am G C C but the rain makes you cry Am F the myth of the traveler blinks at the wind C G returns in the autumn of fire Am F the price of believing that we're here to stay C E and would pay for these steps if we'd ever arrive Am F the myth of the healer that won't ask the soul C G but looks all the masks in the eye Am F the age of the alchemy strange and well known C G turns gold into right Am F C G the rain is holy A G C C but the rain makes you cry Am.. F.. C.. G.. Am.. F.. C.. G.. Am... |